Some randon thoughts creeping into my mind. This poem doesn't have any format or scale. In fact none of my peoms do. :)
I've been taking my own liberty to write whatever I want, the way I want to write it.


To prove a point

Golden rays falling across closed lids,
The cold blackness truning to a crimson orange,
Heavy limbs from a night's labor,
Pushing out to greet the new day,
Streching muscles,
Sweat breaking out,
The brain is as numb as it could be,
Blocking out all thoughts,
Exertion replacing frustration,
A strong will replacing helplessness,
Running as fast as I can,
No I am not an escapist,
I'm here to reach my goal,
Not run away from it,
Distractions make way,
To cloud my mind,
Love, arrogance and betrayal,
They aren't all that they're cracked up to be,
They try to bring warmth into your heart,
Hiding the cold emotions from which they are born,
Hiding selfishness behind a fake smile,
That you lead yourself to believe is real,
No I am not a pessimist,
I just see things for what they are,
I don't sugar-coat them,
To give myself an excuse to falter,
To give in to cowardly needs,
Pushing myself to exceed my limits,
To prove myself better than my credentials,
Is hardly a sin,
I'm just here to live my life, my way,
Mocking smirks and jealous eyes won't make any difference,
They'll just encourage me to get up,
And not fall again,
The reason I open my eyes everyday,
Is just to prove a point.



Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2012-11-06 at 10:49

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Nathalia
Nothing random about this poem. The words flow beautifully. Thanks for sharing:-)
2012-11-06